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my lips are chapped and i can't find my chap stick in the dark.
this week has been a roller coaster of a week. with school being so damn intense, my hormones out of whack, and the recent tragedy in nola, my stress level is fueling. if i had jet propellers, i would be to pluto by now. my head hurts like Athena is trying to beat her way through, with no Hephaestus in sight to set her free. i just realized that i likened myself to Zeus, and i am no where near as virile. if i only had half that energy.
i am no where near as motivated as i should be this semester. i'm trudging through, preferring my 'fun' reading to my 'school' reading. gary was right...it is easier to read the books when there isn't someone telling you that you have to. it's my final year and i should be thrilled, but honestly, i wish it was over now. four weeks in and i have only done a smidget of my reading.
i just watched a national geographic piece called WOMB. needless to say, it went through the process of what happens to a woman, and the child she carries. completely fascinating, and along with the hormonal fluctuations mentioned above, i was ready to start procreating. that is, until they got to the part when the baby was suppose to come out. so, i have decided to postpone that desire for that, and many other, very important reasons ;) i was, however, quite moved.
the hurricane katrina dilemma, and the tragedy in new orleans, has been weighing heavy on my mind. i spent my first semester of college over there, a too brief 5-6 months. it is a place so dear to me, and the backdrop to a lot of the growing up i did. it's part of me, and those overwhelming feelings hit me hard, especially when i think of the people who call it home and have known nothing else. for anyone who has been there, whether you liked it or not, you had to have noticed that she was and is something unlike anything else here in the u.s. she's also been a battered and bruised soul for most of her life. and like ann rice said, katrina did what even the civil war couldn't do. she's only broken her legs and just needs a bit o' healin'. and that's all i have to say about that.
jeanette, my old high school friend, is coming to visit SF on oct. 2nd. we've started writing letters again. real snail-mail letters. my favorite.
i can't wait for halloween. september 22nd is drawing near, and Mabon is here to guide us through our journey into the dark.
i do love fall.
this week has been a roller coaster of a week. with school being so damn intense, my hormones out of whack, and the recent tragedy in nola, my stress level is fueling. if i had jet propellers, i would be to pluto by now. my head hurts like Athena is trying to beat her way through, with no Hephaestus in sight to set her free. i just realized that i likened myself to Zeus, and i am no where near as virile. if i only had half that energy.
i am no where near as motivated as i should be this semester. i'm trudging through, preferring my 'fun' reading to my 'school' reading. gary was right...it is easier to read the books when there isn't someone telling you that you have to. it's my final year and i should be thrilled, but honestly, i wish it was over now. four weeks in and i have only done a smidget of my reading.
i just watched a national geographic piece called WOMB. needless to say, it went through the process of what happens to a woman, and the child she carries. completely fascinating, and along with the hormonal fluctuations mentioned above, i was ready to start procreating. that is, until they got to the part when the baby was suppose to come out. so, i have decided to postpone that desire for that, and many other, very important reasons ;) i was, however, quite moved.
the hurricane katrina dilemma, and the tragedy in new orleans, has been weighing heavy on my mind. i spent my first semester of college over there, a too brief 5-6 months. it is a place so dear to me, and the backdrop to a lot of the growing up i did. it's part of me, and those overwhelming feelings hit me hard, especially when i think of the people who call it home and have known nothing else. for anyone who has been there, whether you liked it or not, you had to have noticed that she was and is something unlike anything else here in the u.s. she's also been a battered and bruised soul for most of her life. and like ann rice said, katrina did what even the civil war couldn't do. she's only broken her legs and just needs a bit o' healin'. and that's all i have to say about that.
jeanette, my old high school friend, is coming to visit SF on oct. 2nd. we've started writing letters again. real snail-mail letters. my favorite.
i can't wait for halloween. september 22nd is drawing near, and Mabon is here to guide us through our journey into the dark.
i do love fall.